Asd. I! Car. Not? By. You did all. Asd. Did you not plot? Car. Yeelded not Asdrubal ? Asd. But you intic'd me. Ha. How? Asd. With hope of place. Car. He that for wealth leaves faith, is abject. Asd. Doe not provoke my sword; I live. T'outlive thy vertue and thy once great name. Asd. Upbraid ye me? Ha. Hold! Car. Know that onely thou Art treacherous: thou shouldst have had a crowne. Asd. Brooke open scorne, faint powers! Make good the campe! No, flie! yes, what? wild rage, To be a prosperous villaine, yet some heat, some hold, But to burne temples, and yet freeze, O cold! Give me some health; now your blood sinkes: thus deeds Ill nourisht rot; without Jove nought succeeds. [Exeunt. ? Organ mixt with recorders for this Act, ACTUS TERTIUS. SCENA PRIMA. ¶SYPHAX, with his dagger twound about her haire, drags in SOPHONISBA in her nightgowne and peticote, and ZANTHIA and VANGUE following. UST we intreat? sue to such squeamish eares ? Know, Syphax has no knees, his eies no teares; Inraged love is senselesse of remorce. Thou shalt, thou must. Kings glory is their force. Dost thinke he pittieth teares that knowes to rule. Breake stubborne silence. Looke, Ile tack thy head Sy. Can? see. So. Thou mayst inforce my body, but not me. Sy. Not? So. Not. Sy. No? So. No, off with thy loathed armes, That lye more heavy on me then the chaines, Sy. What? So. Be but a beast, be but a beast. Sy. Doe not offend a power Can make thee more then wretched: yeeld to him Sy. Dead! So. To gods and good mens shame ? Sy. Help, Vangue, my strong bloud boyles. Sy. All appetite is deafe, I will, I must. So. Hold thy strong arme, and heare me. Syphax, know I am thy servant now: I needs must love thee, For (O, my sex, forgive) I must confesse We not affect protesting feeblenesse, Intreats, faint blushings, timorous modestie; We thinke our lover is but little man, Who is so full of woman. Know, fayre Prince, Loves strongest arme 's not rude; for we still prove, Without some fury there's no ardent love. We love our loves impatience of delay; Our noble sex was onely borne t'obey, Sy. Why, this is well; Th' excuse is good: wipe thy faire eyes, our Queene, So. Great dreadfull lord, by thy affection, Let So. Nay, if you take offence, Not, Sophonisba; hold, thy vow is free, As So. Alas, crosse misery! As I doe wish to live, I long t' enjoy Your warme imbrace; but, O my vow, tis thus, A most, most private sacrifice, before I touch'd a second spouse. All I implore, Sy. This? goe obtaine: What time? So. One houre. Sy. Sweet, good speed, speed, adieu! Yet Syphax trust no more then thou mayst view. So. He stayes. Enter a Page, delivering a letter to SOPHONISBA, which she privately reades. Sy. Zanthia, Zanthia! Thou art not foule, go to; some lords are oft So much in love with their knowne ladies bodies, That they oft love their vailes; hold, hold, thou'st find, To faithfull care kings bounty hath no shore. Za. You may do much. Sy. But let my gold do more. Za. I am your creature. Sy. Bee, get, tis no staine, The god of service is however gaine. [Exit. So. Zanthia, where are we now? speak worth my service; Ha, we done well? Za. Nay, in height of best. I fear'd a superstitious vertue would spoyle all, All that they touch unto their ease and use. To use or leave, as they advantage them, ད |